The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 273

Stella's brow furrowed, just a hint of tension crossing her face.

She fixed her gaze on Foreman. "Mr. Richards is friends with Haynes, yet he's the one telling me all this... Should I trust Mr. Richards, or should I be suspicious of you? Is there some hidden agenda behind what you're telling me?"

Foreman understood-after what happened last time, her guard was up.

A flicker of guilt crossed his face. “After I ran into you at the hospital, I went straight to talk to Haynes. He refused to let Abby Murphy go, so I thought maybe I could help her escape on my own."

"I had just managed to track Abby down when Haynes finally decided to let her go. But before I knew it, Abby had been taken again."

"This time, though, it wasn't Haynes who was behind it. I figured she must've crossed the wrong person, and I didn't want you worrying unnecessarily, so I told you everything I knew."

"I never expected you'd beat me to it and get Abby out yourself. I'm sorry. I should have done more."

Stella's expression softened at his words.

So, just as Abby had said, when Foreman tried to help find her, Haynes had already let her go. She'd wrongly assumed Foreman was lying to her.

But still...

his friend. Why are you helping

He simply let out a

don't want to see Haynes keep making the same mistakes. You and Haynes are married. You have a child together. I don't want him to do something he'll

creased again. "What exactly

then took a deep breath and told Stella everything

of anger or surprise, impossible to guess what she

Time will tell if I'm telling the truth. In a month,

they returned home, Stella brought up the conversation with

"Foreman has a great reputation-everyone says he's honest

Stella asked, "Just what?"

Foreman-such a gentleman-end up friends with someone like Haynes, or

feather flock together, but those three aren't even from

might have questionable morals, but when it

stab them in the back over a woman. I mean, just look at Rachel-she's a trainwreck, and yet he's still groveling at